I wake to new horizons
Distant vistas kiss my eyes
Was it only yesterday
I walked neath tranquil skies

Where has the familiar gone
My perspective is unclear
I struggle to make sense of it
Is now my future here

I cast my gaze about me
But a different world I see
I am standing in tomorrow
Looking for what used to be

I first published this in 2016, but it seems to speak of where we are today.

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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2 Responses to Horizons

  1. quiall says:

    It’s very pertinent today! Well done.


  2. scifihammy says:

    It does fit the times today! 🙂


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